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heavenonearth) wrote2016-01-17 02:00 am
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angels with crushes are always problematic
[ continued from this nonsense. ]
[ castiel's brow furrows, and for a moment he's too busy trying to decide whether or not to be insulted by that to even bother with being flustered, but then dean's presenting a question he feels has an obvious answer. ]
It's been working out fine.
[ and it's not as if castiel really knows any better. this isn't exactly his area of expertise, and whatever tangled feelings he has for dean - they're not appropriate, and they're not necessary. if he's learned anything about humans, it's that love complicates things, makes everything more difficult, and dean is.. well, not something or someone that castiel is willing to risk, over something so silly as a crush, if that's what this is. what they have now? it's good. it's fine. ]
I don't see why it should change.
[ castiel's brow furrows, and for a moment he's too busy trying to decide whether or not to be insulted by that to even bother with being flustered, but then dean's presenting a question he feels has an obvious answer. ]
It's been working out fine.
[ and it's not as if castiel really knows any better. this isn't exactly his area of expertise, and whatever tangled feelings he has for dean - they're not appropriate, and they're not necessary. if he's learned anything about humans, it's that love complicates things, makes everything more difficult, and dean is.. well, not something or someone that castiel is willing to risk, over something so silly as a crush, if that's what this is. what they have now? it's good. it's fine. ]
I don't see why it should change.
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He really shouldn't let his dick ruin that. Or the fact that he's freakin' Dean Winchester and that means that there's always more baggage attached than should ever be brought into a sexual relationship.]
You're my best friend.
[And he freezes for a second, obviously not meaning to think that thought aloud. But he clears his throat and just trudges through.]
So, me doing what I do. That doesn't bother you?
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that said, it's nice to hear such sentiment aloud, even if it isn't necessary, even if he's always been able to read dean's heart simply by looking at him, and never required anything more. it's exactly why they're here, now, having this discussion to begin with. more is never worth the risk of losing something precious. castiel has learned that the hard way. ]
I know. [ he says, quietly, warmed to hear it, whether or not it was intentional. it's a gift - such sincerity from dean. it's something rare, not to be easily forgotten. ] But I don't understand. What am I meant to be bothered by?
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Who's idea was that stupid game anyway?]
What do you think, Cas? About me sleepin' around with other people. That doesn't, I dunno, get your panties in a bunch?
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castiel's eyes immediately avert, then drop away to the ground; at least it feels a little easier to breathe, once dean has drawn away. ]
That's..
[ .. also a difficult question to answer. all of these questions are difficult for castiel to answer, because he's never been confronted with anything remotely like this before. billions of years old and yet he's spent only a handful of them dealing with choice. so many things are new to him, and this is no different. he's thoughtful for a moment, shifting his weight from foot to foot before he finally clears his throat and answers as best as he can. ]
You're not mine to be possessive over. Who you sleep with is.. none of my business. I renounced my claim the moment I healed that brand from your arm, Dean, and you are the best friend I have ever had. Whatever makes you happy, makes me happy.
[ yeah, i wonder who it could've been who started that game, huh. ]
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Yeah. That's bullshit, Cas. [If he's learned anything, it's that doing what makes someone else happy usually hurts like hell. Like Sam and his whole crusade to be 'normal', like erasing Lisa and Ben's memories. There's nothing easy about being selfless.
Still. He should stop. He should leave it right where it is. But when does he ever leave good enough alone?]
And that's not exactly what I asked you.
[Shut up. This is all your fault.]
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and when it comes down to it, sure, maybe he doesn't like to see dean love other people, but he does like to see dean satisfied and free and doing what he wants. in the end, maybe he doesn't know how to be anything but self-sacrificing. always happy to bleed for the winchesters, after all. he's never even considered pursuing any of.. this. ]
I don't know what you want me to say, Dean. [ he says, smartly, brows drawn tightly. ] Are you asking if I am envious of them? Of course I am. It's impossible not to be. But there are things that are more important to me than who you have sex with.
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But this? This whole crush thing, he's finally opened and he'd feel like a dick if he put the lid back on it. Sure, maybe-well okay, he knew. Somewhere deep down he knew. It had taken some stubbornness to ignore it. The way he was the one Cas always answered. The scathing comments from other angels about their relationship. And he was just as oblivious to his own feelings until Bobby and Sam started pointing it out. How torn up he had been when Cas betrayed him, when he doubted him for the first time. And then when he thought he died and had clung to the asshole's trenchcoat. He didn't know what he should do with any of that. He still didn't.
But he did have a few fun ideas.
He stepped right back into Cas' personal space.]
Good.
[Yeah. Good. Right. And he grabbed the lapels of that trenchcoat now and pulled Cas against him and kissed him.]
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.. in hindsight, he should have expected it. dean's always doing this sort of thing, simply taking what he wants, fearless and uncompromising, but still castiel had never expected this, had never thought that dean would ever in any way even return a sliver of what he feels. oh, dean loves him. he knows that. he's dean's best friend, his confidant, his brother in arms. they're family, and he has never doubted dean's loyalty, and sure, dean can be a serious pain in the ass, he's abrasive and rough and he's certainly no good at talking about his feelings, but castiel knows him well enough to not have to worry about the sincerity of his heart. but this? this is a different sort of love entirely, this is a.. privilege that castiel was sure he would never be afforded.
he snaps up tight at first, stiff and terrified, his lips a hard line beneath dean's, his entire body taut as a bowstring, his hands flying to dean's wrists and grasping hard like he's considering pushing him away, or pulling him nearer, but can't decide on which. he's in disbelief. he's damned hopeless, is what he is.
.. but after a moment he begins to ease, his mouth softening and his grip on dean's wrists loosening as he shuts his eyes and parts his lips and breathes in the warm, familiar scent of leather and whiskey. ]
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He's not thinking much past the moment, but when Cas relaxes and opens up to him, he can't help but think maybe this could end...well he knows better than to think it'll end well, but maybe they could skip the normal fire and brimstone ending.
He's got to admit, that there's a warmth that settles through him when he sees those eyes flutter shut. Like Cas has got all the faith in the world in him and trusts him to handle this right. It's always such a heavy weight, but he'll take it.
With those lips open, he can't ignore the curious need to taste and he deepens the kiss with a soft hum, and the only reason his hands aren't trailing up into that hair that he's wanted to ruffle for too damn long to count is because of the loose grip Cas still has on them, and he's not going to rip away the guy's anchor if he needs it.]
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and the warmth and texture of dean's mouth - it's good, nice in a way that's really entirely new. after his brush with humanity, castiel knows what it's like to experience intimacy in a way far more carnal than what he's accustomed to, but this is dean, this is someone very special to him, someone who means the world to him, whom he's given up everything he has ever known for. so it may as well be entirely new, as far as castiel is concerned. kissing dean isn't like kissing anyone else. so his heart is pounding fast when he tilts his head and slides his hands down to dean's elbows, then forward to his chest, grasping white-knuckled in the fabric of his shirt. his head tilts to follow dean's lead, tries not to think too hard about what to do even if he still feels strung tight as a spring.
the touch of dean's tongue is electric, and castiel's breath rushes, a sound moving in his throat involuntarily, warmth blooming beneath his ribs. not to be outdone, he mimics, dipping into dean's mouth, tasting him, feeling him and it's so strange but so good all at once, warm and wet and sweet. ]
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It means he can focus on the way skin buzzes under roaming hands, or on the weight that settles against his chest. He can feel soft lips and heavy breaths, and there's something about that noise that seems to jolt right through him and settle low in his belly. And the taste that he gets when tongues first tangle, it's sweet and addicting and if he was a cheesy bastard he'd make some comparison to pie-but he's totally not. Still, there's something about the scent in the air that just vibrates with something he's come to associate as Cas that seems to blend in with all of his other senses until this whole thing feels entirely new and oh so familiar.
His own hands move now that they're free, one down to his waist to pull him closer, to instinctively seek out a heat for a chill he didn't even realize he was feeling. And the other slides through that hair without any tease or irony and he can't help the pleased sound that falls against Cas' tongue.
A part of him wants to take this further, to move to clothes and start undoing buttons, to leave a trail of kisses along that jawline, or nip at his neck. And it'd be so easy. This is something he can normally do as easily as breathing. But this is Cas and even if he wants to get dirty and biblical with him, he knows he can't go into this without words. Without some understanding of what the hell this is or what's expected when the moment's over. Because Cas is too damn important to let himself fuck this up.
But it can wait. Just...a little longer.]
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but it's another thing entirely to feel dean's hands, rough and strong and callous, sliding against his back and into his hair with a careful ease, pulling him in slow and easy like a dance. he's seen dean snap necks, watched him split his knuckles open in defense, knows the strength of them, the ferocity, how much of a wild animal dean can be under the right circumstances. and even when he isn't fighting, he's always acting so tough, and castiel knows full well that it's a front, but to know that, and to experience it are two different things.
so maybe it wasn't.. so terrible an idea to come down here and talk about this in person. this might not last, but in the moment it feels so good to have dean so close, and this kiss gets easier and warmer with each passing moment as castiel grows more and more comfortable in it, is body easing and his mouth moving with more confidence. less and less he's simply parroting dean, and more and more he's exploring on his own, trailing his tongue along the back of dean's teeth, gliding it easily against dean's tongue, his right hand smoothing down and over dean's chest, beneath the warm flap of his jacket, his left rising, fingertips following the trail of a tendon in dean's throat, slow and easy like he's testing, finding how much he'll give. ]
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And now. Now Cas has hard pressed against him, growing bolder with every brush of a thumb over skin or swipe of his tongue. And damn it all if he doesn't want to see this part of him too. Wants to see the way he unravels under Dean's tongue and hand and cock, to hear how low and gravelly that voice can get when he's begging and moaning, to see how eager those hands are to make a mark on his body again.
He swallows hard with those fingers on his throat and it takes every bit of willpower he has to tug on Cas's hair and pull himself back just enough to make his mouth his own again.]
Cas. [God, he forgot how much he needs to actually breathe, and his voice comes out a little raspier than he means for it to.] Just, hold on a second, man. We need to- we-we should probably talk. About this.
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a half-second and his eyes are fluttering open, hooded and steady, and he's looking into dean's face with a shallow crease in his brow, mild disorientation in his expression. he doesn't move his hands, keeps them still and unmoving against dean's body while he tilts his head like a quizzical bird. ]
What do we need to talk about? [ he asks, a little breathlessly, his voice a little deeper, a little rougher, but sincere. why are they stopping? bless him, but castiel can't for the life of him understand why. ] Haven't we already talked?
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That's- [And he makes a clicking noise with his tongue that feels a little numb from all the tonsil hockey.] I just wanna make sure, okay. That we can do this and still be alright. ...Right?
[Just something, Cas. He just needs some sort of response to ease the guilt he's feeling about crossing this line.]
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[ castiel says, bluntly, matter-of-factly, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, because if this is what dean wants.. well, it's not as if castiel could ever turn him down. he'd kept his mouth shut under the assumption that this, this thing they're doing, would never happen, that dean couldn't possibly be interested, that castiel would be ruining everything by even bringing it up at all, inserting something into their relationship that was never meant to be there.
but dean started all of this. dean kissed him. and that must mean that, on some level, this is something that he wants. ]
I'd never leave you, Dean. You have to know that.
[ because castiel might have the power to drive dean away, but that road is a one way street. castiel is devoted, always has been, enamored and loyal as a hound, and he has.. made mistakes, but his heart has never wavered. there is no force in this universe strong enough to pry him away from dean, no bribe sweet enough, no threat hard enough to ever break his allegiance. his eyes drop for a moment, thoughtfully, the hand on dean's throat falling to fold loosely against his collar. ]
What are you worried about?
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Nothing. It's nothing. [And he works forward one of those dismissive smiles as he slides his hand out from Cas's hair to grab that hand that's settled about his collar. And for a moment he just holds it inside his own, squeezes it lightly before bringing it up to his lips to kiss his palm.
Cas is poking at a whole other issue, but one thing those words do solidify is that this won't be the thing that drives them apart. And that's enough. It has to be.]
C'mon, lose the trenchcoat and we'll take this to the bed.
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and it would be such an easy thing to read dean's mind, to look into his heart and know instantly what it is that he's feeling - but he doesn't. he won't. he's learned the value of privacy, respects dean too much to pry from him what he won't willingly give; truly, he's more human than angel, these days. still, he wishes dean would say more, says as much with his eyes, the way they go soft and hold steady in that infinitely understanding way, and it makes him uncertain, like something cold has dropped into his belly, like perhaps they shouldn't be doing this after all.
.. but dean's kissing his palm, and damn this weakness, but when he's sweet like this castiel can't deny him anything. so he drags his fingertips over dean's jaw, then drops both hands to do as he's asked, shrugging away his heavy coat. ]
All right, Dean. [ a beat. ] If you're sure.
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Food, alcohol, sex, it's how he medicates himself. But that's not why he pulls Cas in close again once that coat is off. He's fine right now-as fine as he ever is. He doesn't need Cas to wipe away his anger or drown out his thoughts or remind him that he's still human. He just. Wants Cas.]
Oh, there are a whole buttload of things I'm not sure about. But you? Well, you're one of the easier things I got, Cas. [The easiest and consequently the hardest. But that's what caring about someone this much is, right?
And this time he leans in to do exactly what he imagined doing. His lips press against his jaw, his chin, down the thick cord of his neck, settle and suck at a pulse point as he works Cas' tie and shirt loose enough to nip at his clavicle, all the while slowly moving back toward the bed.]
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but dean knows what he wants, knows how to go for it and get it fast, and soon enough castiel isn't worrying about it at all anymore. dean's mouth moves hot and warm against his throat, and it's a simple enough thing but it's enough to have a shiver skating down his spine, his breath coming quickly, warmth flushing his skin. even if dean doesn't want to talk about what worries him, this is still good, it's still a connection between them, and castiel can accept that, wants that.
his head tilts to expose his throat, encouraging, while he rushes to keep pace with dean, his hands closing over the lapels of his canvas coat and urging it back over his shoulders and off, all the while shuffling back toward the bed, struggling not to trip over his own feet. ]
Good. [ he says, succinctly, because making things hard for dean? it's the last thing he could ever want. and he's done it, before, still hates himself for the mistakes he's made, for all the myriad ways he's harmed dean and sam both, but if this is good and easy - well, at least he can offer that much. castiel swallows around a dry throat, his fingertips easing beneath the hem of dean's shirt to skirt against warm skin, the backs of his knees colliding with the edge of the bed. ]
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He can hear the thump against the bed, feel it in the way Cas's body stops and he straightens up, leaves Cas's neck so he can give Cas a push toward the horizontal. And he's gotta admit, he looks good on a bed when he isn't half-dead. So he takes a second to admire it before he's pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side. It's a hassle he doesn't need later.
And then he's moving onto the bed and over Cas, and he doesn't even try to hide the eager smile.]
If there was ever a time for you to be selfish, Cas, it's now. You want something, just say the word. [Because he knows Cas is automatically set to altruism, but he can't imagine anything hotter than Cas asking for what he wants in bed because Dean is nothing if not a pleaser when tangling in the sheets.
And that settled, he works one handed to entirely undo the loose tie, takes his time unbuttoning his shirt and teasing himself with the slow exposure of skin, leans down to kiss a new spot that opens with every pop of a button.]
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but dean is beautiful. dean has always been beautiful. on some level castiel must know that that's simply because he loves him, that dean could look like anyone and he would still think he's beautiful, but that's irrelevant. castiel's back hits the bed, and his eyes lift unerringly to dean, shameless in the way he watches him peel his shirt away, blue eyes moving over the bare expanse of his chest and abdomen. it's nothing he hasn't seen before, more times than he can count, and when you've seen a man's soul you've seen all of him - but that won't stop him looking.
or touching, for that matter, because once dean is over him again castiel's hands are lifting, more confident now, sliding up his biceps and over his collar and down the smooth, hard planes of his chest until dean is leaning too close, and he needs to run them 'round to his back instead. ]
Okay. [ he offers, unsteady for the way his breath rushes, distracted by the way dean's mouth is moving over his skin, working his shirt open like he's peeling away the skin of an orange, slow and easy and methodical. and even if he's felt all this before, it still feels new because it's dean, because it's all different, the touch of his lips is like fire, and castiel's skin jumps beneath every pass of his mouth. but he tries to remember what dean is saying. tries to think about what it is that he actually wants. ] Just.. keep touching me, please. Don't stop.
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But even if this body isn't Cas, it feels like him when hands slide along his skin, because more than the sensation that prickles his skin in their wake, there's an air around them, they're familiar, and more importantly, they're safe. Their hands that have blasted away more demons than he can count, that have reached out for him, saved him. And he can sense that in every brush against skin.]
Well, that's easy enough. [Even if he pauses on his path when the shirt is entirely undone and his fingers are resting on the fly of his pants. He lets his other hand slide up the bare expanse of skin before he drags them down with just enough pressure to feel nails. Honestly, he has no idea what Cas likes, not even sure Cas really knows. So experiment is really the only way to know, and he keeps a careful eye on his reaction.]
What about my tongue, Cas? Or my mouth. You wanna feel that too? [And he presses the palm of his hand against the bulge underneath. He'll be gentle, he'll be kind, he'll try to squeeze every speck of pleasure out of Cas, but he really can't help but add a little tease to it. Or this will just be such sappy lovemaking his image may never recover.]
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once dean's got all of his buttons undone, his mouth so low on his stomach that it's impossible not to imagine him kissing any lower, castiel feels his body tightening with anticipation and heat, the the promise of dean's mouth, especially once he's talking about it like that - ]
Yes. [ he blurts, inadvertently, his hands on the back of dean's shoulders tightening, one sliding up against his nape, and the soft, fine hairs there. the pressure of dean's palm against his cock, even through thick layers, is enough to have him tensing, hips rocking shallow, breath rushing from his lungs in an urgent huff. ] Yes, Dean. Your hands, your mouth.. everything. [ anything, everything wants to give him - castiel is too damned eager for his own good, waited too long for this. ]
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Right now he's made an offer and Cas eagerly takes it up, so he's going to make good on it. He undoes his pants and hooks his hands around the hem of them and nudges Cas's hips up so he can pull them off properly and toss them behind him, forgotten as soon as they're out of sight. Because he's got something so much more interesting in front of him, and he hums in appreciation as his hand traces the bulge under underwear and with an arched brow and smirk at Cas he bends down and mouths at his cock through cloth, licks and sucks until they're a wet mess.]
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